|
By wistful Date: 2001 Jun 12 Comment on this Work [[2001.06.12.22.11.21905]] |
|
Hoarding my joy Like a cherished toy Selfishly I guard my newfound love Clutching it close in soft kid gloves Lest it's wrenched from my tenuous grasp Determined to make this joyous time last I'm eyeing the world with hostile suspicion A pouting child clinging to her prized possession Shielding this sweet reward close to my heart Challenging all who would rend us apart |